This is a true story based on my first time with a black man, some parts have been embellished slightly to make it a more entertaining read but the basics are true and real to life.
My name is Tracy and at the time of this experience it was a week after my 19th birthday.
I live in a small village in the county of Bedfordshire, it was the type of the village where everybody knows everybody else or at least recognises them as there aren't that many people who live in the village. Sometimes this can be a bad thing, but generally everyone looks out for everyone else.
I live at home with my mum, dad and my two older brothers in one of the larger houses in the village. One of the other larger houses across the road was owned by a guy called Nick and every summer he'd hire in a stage and open up his garden for everyone in the village to come for a party. He'd arrange for a couple of local bands to play, he'd use the local pub, where I worked, to do a free bar as he'd pay for everything up front and also arrange for someone to man the BBQ. My dad normally enjoyed helping out with BBQ and would take it in turns with the Chef's from the local pub.
All ages were welcome to the party and it's brilliant to see someone's Gran talking to the local youth and people dancing and enjoying themselves. The parties have become legendary to the village and to a couple of the surrounding villages and are known as: The Backstreet Bash.
This year I was asked to work the bar at the party, which I didn't mind, it meant I got to see most people at the party. It also meant I would be at the party instead of running the pub which would be absolutely dead.
It was a very warm summers evening and I was dressed in a light yellow flowery summers dress and a pair of sandals, my mum had styled my blonde hair into a French plait. I walked across the road to the party and took up station behind the makeshift bar and it wasn't long before the party was in full swing. Banter was flying backwards and forwards, compliments as well, mainly from slightly drunk guys, but I'll take it.
As I served I noticed a black guy on his own standing towards the back of the party, sipping his beer slowly. I caught his eye a couple of times a smiled at him, in the end he finished his drink and came on over to get a refill.
"Hi, what can I get you?" I asked with my best "nice to meet you" smile.
"Can I get a cider please and one for yourself?"
"Thank you very much." I opened two bottles of cider and handed one over as I took a sip from mine and put it down.
"I haven't see you around the village before?"
"That's because I've only just moved into the village, literally two days ago."
"Oh really, are you nearby?"
"Yup, just down there." He replied and pointed down the road.
Our conversation was cut a little short then as I had to serve a couple of other people but he hung around at the end of the bar and we chatted when we could through the night and I found out his name was Leon. In the end my "shift" finished and I could give him my undivided attention.
We found a bench towards the back of the crowd and sat down next to each other. He was about 6ft tall maybe a bit more, definitely taller than I was at 5ft 7. He had close cropped hair and was very clean shaven. Just by looking at him I guessed his age at mid-thirties, I later found out he was mid-forties which was a big surprise to me and might also be where my love for the older man started. He looked as though he kept in shape, not big built or slim but average and nicely toned from the looks of his forearms and how he filled his t-shirt.
He would lean in close to me and speak into my ear, his Joop aftershave filling my nostrils, at the time Joop was my favourite aftershave on a guy and is still is one of my favourites to this day. He put a hand on my bare leg and kept it there as we chatted and as he kept leaning in, I responded by gently stroking his arm and touching him when I could.
I'd started realising at an early age what I enjoyed when it came to sex and sexy fun and I was realising very fast that I wanted fun with Leon and I wanted fun very soon. "Listen, Leon, do you fancy getting out of here?"
He acted very coolly and nodded, "We'd best leave at different times, go say your goodbyes and I'll meet you down the road towards my place."
"See you in a bit." I said with a cheeky smile, I stood up and gave him a little wiggle of my bum as I walked away from him knowing he would be watching. I said my goodbyes to people and headed out onto the road and turned right and out of sight of the party.
A little way down the street I could see Leon leaning up against someone's garden wall, arms crossed and looking my way. I walked towards him with a purpose making my 34D's bounce and wobble in the street lights, hoping that he would see them. I got to him and instantly planted a kiss on his lips "Come on then, show me the way." I said to him.
"With pleasure." He replied.
Arm in arm we walked down the street towards his house. He then took his keys out of his pocket and stopped at a blue front door, he opened it and went inside turning on the lights as he went. The door opened into a passageway with the stairs straight ahead, a little way down the passageway on the right was the door to the living room and at the end of the passageway was the dining room and kitchen. Leon went into the living room and turned on a couple of lamps.
"Very nice," I said looking around the living room and then walked over to him and planted my mouth on his again, my tongue darting in his mouth and his tongue into mine. I felt his hands all over my body, grabbing and squeezing and holding me tight through the thin material of my dress. He pulled away from me with a wicked glint in his eye and reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up and over my head.
I stood there in front of him, in just my white lace thong and matching bra. I stepped towards him and started undoing the buckle of his belt, fumbling at it slightly in my eagerness to get at him. I pulled down his jeans and knelt in front of him, a large bulge in his tight grey boxers, I licked my lips and looked up at him. I was about to have my first taste of what I hoped was a Big Black Cock. I was also about to do one of my favourite things and that was suck on a cock.
I ran a finger around the waist band of his boxers and started easing them down, looking up at Leon with a cheeky smile on my face. His short dark curly hair came into view then the thick base of his dark cock which seemed to go on for ever. A pair of heavy balls then popped into view and still I hadn't fully unearthed his cock, then finally I got the end. "Oh my, this is just simply the biggest cock I've ever seen!" I exclaimed as I clasped it in one hand and pulled his boxers the rest of the way down. My heart was beating so hard and fast in my chest and my excitement levels were like never before.
I gently stroked his cock with both hands, it was thick, black and something like 11inches long, it was simply massive and not a bad way to break my BBC duct. I kept wanking it gently, feeling its warmth and manliness in my hands, I then leant forward and licked down the long shaft of it, tasting it for the first time. Licking it all the way along the shaft until I got to the tip, my tongue looping round it as I looked up at him and took his helmet into my mouth and sucked on it with a smile on my face and a wet thong. I kept both hands in his shaft, one at the base, the other following my mouth slowly up and down his shaft, twisting as it went.
His hand came down onto the top of my head and rested it there as he gently started to thrust into my mouth. I carried on kneeling in front of him sucking his cock and looking up at him. I ran a hand up under his shirt and felt his smooth hard stomach, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor. His torso was nicely defined, solid to touch but not over the top, he was definitely someone who looked after himself.
I kissed all down his cock and lifted it with one hand so I could get to his heavy hanging balls, I kissed them both and then took each in my mouth. Giving each a gently suck as I did, making them glisten from my spit. Licking on them as I held them with one hand and gently wanking his cock with my other hand. Sucking on them, squeezing them, licking them, massaging them, looking at him as I did so, a massive smile on his face as I did. "That good for you?" I Asked.